School in t-7 hours

[fadagaski]

Lovely manager at pub has taken more than an hour to cash up. And he's still doing it wrong. I want to go to sleeeeeep.

Went to a fab fancy dress party last night. I was a mummy, in tea-dyed bedsheet bandages. Got a couple of numbers for my efforts too, so whoop!

Tomorrow is the first day back after half term. Am slightly kakking it, I confess. No lesson plans, no scheme of work, no organised PGCE folders, no QTS tests booked. I fail utterly at being a responsible adult.

Speaking of: Boy from a few months ago has been sending me long pleading emails. I realise this is my fault because I never broke it off with him, I just left him hanging with no explanation. I feel really bad about that. But a part of me is grateful that he's getting the message and I sort of dodged the bullet, because he would have been an incredibly close, devoted, clinging boyfriend.

Much preferring the fab life alone.

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